“Drip… drip…”
More and more blood flowed from Qin Yu’s nose, forcing him to release Wen Wu.
Seeing him standing there, holding his nose, Wen Wu was momentarily confused.
“Qin Yu, what’s wrong?”
Just as she spoke, she noticed blood trickling through his fingers.
“You’re having a nosebleed?”
Her words made Qin Yu feel as if the blood was flowing even more violently.
“Quick, get some water to rinse it.”
Wen Wu tried to jump down from the countertop, but Qin Yu hadn’t prepared any shoes for her.
The floor was wet, the countertop was high, and just as she hesitated to jump down—
“Wen Wu, don’t move!”
Fearing she might slip on the wet floor and knowing the tiles were cold, Qin Yu hurriedly stopped her.
The height of the countertop in Qin Yu’s home was designed for his tall stature.
Though Wen Wu was not short and had long legs, in front of Qin Yu, she still seemed delicate.
“Uh, Qin Yu…”
Seeing Wen Wu trapped on the countertop, Qin Yu became even more anxious.
But his nosebleed hadn’t stopped, and he couldn’t pick her up just yet.
He turned on the faucet to rinse his nose continuously, then grabbed many tissues and ran to the bedroom to call the downstairs servants.
Within seconds, the master bedroom door was knocked on.
A servant entered, followed by the family doctor.
After a brief check, the doctor concluded it was just a temporary flare-up, excessive internal heat.
The doctor had Qin Yu sit while pressing a few acupressure points to relieve him.
In less than a minute, the bleeding completely stopped.
“Sir, this is a heat-clearing detox medicine. Take one tablet three times a day after meals. One day will be enough.”
Qin Yu barely heard the last two sentences; the moment his nosebleed stopped, he rushed to the bathroom.
He saw Wen Wu still sitting there, her eyes slightly red from worry.
He quickly stepped in front of her and lifted her down from the countertop in a child-holding manner.
“Wen Wu, I’m sorry.”
When they left the bathroom, the bedroom servants had already left.
Only the family doctor and another older-looking servant remained.
“Sir…”
Qin Yu gently placed Wen Wu on the bed, then turned to the family doctor and ordered coldly,
“Check Miss Wen thoroughly. Make sure her heart is fine.”
“Have the servant clean the bathroom, and bring the clothes the assistant bought from downstairs.”
After giving instructions to the doctor, he ordered the servant to handle it immediately.
“Sir, Miss Wen’s heart is fine. But she must take care of it and avoid extreme emotions.”
“Understood. You may go now.”
In front of others, Qin Yu was cold and aloof, but once alone, he returned to his tender, caring mode.
“Wen Wu, does your heart feel uncomfortable?”
“Were you scared just now?”
Last night, upon entering the banquet hall, he had heard people lamenting how a delicate, beautiful girl had such a weak body—a congenital heart condition.
They spoke with pity and sympathy.
Qin Yu hadn’t cared; whether Miss Wen lived long had nothing to do with him.
But seeing her now changed that completely.
The thought that the girl he fell for at first sight might leave him one day filled him with bottomless fear.
Seeing the worry and guilt in Qin Yu’s eyes, Wen Wu’s delicate, porcelain-like face lit up with a gentle smile.
“You didn’t scare me.”
“Qin Yu, I’m not that fragile.”
No matter how she reassured him, Qin Yu looked guilty.
Just thinking of how her eyes had been flushed in the bathroom earlier caused his chest to ache.
Knowing words couldn’t help, Wen Wu suddenly reached out to him.
“Qin Yu… hug me.”
She hadn’t even finished the word “hug,” and Qin Yu instantly wrapped her in his arms.
Only when his embrace was filled with her soft warmth did his pent-up tension ease slightly.
His feelings for Wen Wu were not about time—they were about encountering someone who shook his soul at the right moment.
He couldn’t and wouldn’t let her go.
Yet Qin Yu knew his own nature—possessive, obsessive, and almost pathological.
He feared Wen Wu couldn’t handle him and would want to escape.
Even thinking about it gave him a splitting headache and difficulty breathing.
“Wen Wu…”
“What is it?”
“I like you.”
“I like you so much.”
He wanted to lock her away.
He wanted her to see only him.
He wanted to experience the world’s wildest things with her.
Of course, most of all… he wanted to be with her on this bed.
He didn’t say the last few words—he just held Wen Wu tightly.
Not long after, the sound of a servant came from outside.
“Sir, breakfast is ready.”
“Miss Wen’s clothes have also been brought up.”
Hearing this, Qin Yu slowly released Wen Wu and coldly instructed the servant to come in.
He took the clothes from her hands and placed them in front of her.
“Wen Wu, do you like them?”
Qin Yu’s gaze was precise. Seeing the beige, waist-fitted dress laid out on the bed, Wen Wu’s eyes sparkled.
“It’s beautiful! Thank you, Qin Yu.”
Seeing her happy, Qin Yu smiled.
After Wen Wu changed, she intentionally walked up to him.
“Does it look good?”
“Very beautiful.”
His hoarse, low voice made her smile even wider.
“Qin Yu, you’re amazing. You bought the perfect size. How did you know my measurements?”
She asked out of curiosity, not expecting an answer.
Upon hearing her words, Qin Yu’s mind flashed back to last night—the quiet, intimate evening.
He had held her freely, measuring her body bit by bit with his hands.
If not for concern for her comfort, he would have let her sleep in his arms.
“Wen Wu, breakfast is ready. Let’s go eat.”
Qin Yu deliberately ignored her previous question.
Though he believed she wouldn’t be angry, he still didn’t dare tell her the truth.
The servants brought her clothes and slippers.
Even though she could now walk herself, Qin Yu still wanted to carry her.
“Wen Wu, may I carry you?”
“No, Qin Yu. I’m wearing shoes now.”
With that, Wen Wu walked to the bedroom door.
She glanced back at Qin Yu, standing pitifully, and couldn’t help but smile.
“Qin Yu, I think it’s still more comfortable if you carry me.”
Those words instantly thawed his cold heart.
Qin Yu’s excited eyes lit up as he strode forward, picked her up, and carried her.
They took the elevator to the first-floor dining room.
Not knowing Wen Wu’s preferences, Qin Yu instructed the servants to prepare a variety of breakfast dishes.
Seeing the table filled with food, Wen Wu lifted her head from Qin Yu’s arms.
“Qin Yu, why did you prepare so much?”